I'm moving

We sold our house and have bought a new one.  I just hate the whole moving part, which is what I'll be doing this weekend. Good news is I'll get my own sewing room. Yay!

All my sewing stuff is boxed up and labeled. Let's hope the move goes smoothly, and I can find time to quilt in the next week--Quilting is my Sanity.

It's snowing!

We woke up to snow today. I don't want to go anywhere on the icy roads.

That's okay, I have things to do. 

Laughing at Your Own Joke

A Text Message conversation between my mom and me the day we were setting up for the Utah Quilt Festival.

Me to Mom: At Walmart. Do you need anything?
Mom to me: New brain? Nothing other than that.
Me to Mom: Abby Normal? I'll get right on that ;)
Mom to me: Ok.

She didn't get it. I had to explain it was a Young Frankenstein reference. Somehow, it isn't as funny anymore when you have to explain it. I thought I was hilarious. Apparently, I was the only one.

Getting Chilly

The weather is changing. I'm still not really ready for Autumn, but it is definitely upon us.  It has been raining a lot, but it didn't turn chilly until yesterday.

I went to bed before R last night.  I've been sick this past week, nothing horrendous--just a cold that just won't go away and is sapping all my energy. Of course, it happens the week I have to actually work everyday. So goes life.  Anyways, I woke this morning with an extra quilt on top of me.

(Mrs. Bobbins comic can be found here.)

I wasn't a blanket hog! He had put a quilt over himself as well. When he came to bed last night, he saw I was asleep in a ball trying to stay warm. He put a quilt over us to keep us warm.

Here's My Sign

Oh, I was so tempted to buy this sign I found at Joann's.

 

But really--I have no where to hang it. Scratch that--I just don't hang things on my walls. Lots of bare, plain walls in my house. I'm the WORST interior decorator of all time.

I settled for a picture of MK holding it.

It still makes me laugh because she has NO idea what it says.

A Quiet Festival

A business contact of my husband's came over this evening to meet with us. While he and my husband were waiting in the dinning area for me, he noticed a Utah Quilt Festival poster I had left out from our committee meeting today. He looked at that and said: "A Quiet Festival? No, wait! That say's Quilt. Wow. I was wondering what type of festival that would be where everyone played the quite game or something."